"Which one is Pasteur?", I heard one workmate ask another, as we headed towards George Street. "Oh, you know, it's the Vietnamese place next to the sex shop..." As I looked up and saw the sign for the Pleasure Chest or whatever it's called, a voice inside my laughed. She was right. As we sat down and ate some very delicious food, I was reminded of the blog post I wrote before leaving for Europe. I knew then what I know now: that we are blessed for good food in Sydney. As I travelled around … [Read more...]
